Wheeling Gull Isle Final traces have now been swept

Polite posture, dipped head. Huā always liked that. To this day, she still felt it was some fairytale dream she was living in, where people paid respect to her. It felt... good. The woman introduced herself as Minori, very polite and not too demanding, albeit a bit eager. Good manners always played well in the siren's book. Huā liked her already. Yes. Nice to meet you, also. We have lot of room, especially for person who help. Her seafoam eyes trailed the girl's pelt momentarily, which was littered with old scars, telling the tale of her trade for her. You are warrior type, yes?